The remaining two men stood frozen.
“You’d best drop your weapons,” Mitch told them.
Dear God, who are you? Elizabeth wondered.
Mitch glanced at her, and against a very tanned face his eyes looked as blue as the Montana sky behind him. That one look felt almost physical in its force, and it left Elizabeth breathless.
“Welcome to Montana, ma’am,” he told her in a deep voice. “You’ll be fine now.”
Elizabeth couldn’t find her voice.
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